Sydney walked back over to the door and flung it open. "What do you want?" she yelled into the face of her former handler.

"I want to know what the hell's going on here. I want to know why the hell you're associating with a terrorist. I understood it two months ago. You wanted to kill Sloane. Sark could help you do that. But now Sloane's dead. Now I just don't get it."

"Mr. Vaughn, you lost the right to understand Sydney's life years ago when you married your offensive excuse for a wife," countered Sark from across the room.

"I wasn't addressing you Mr. Sark. Sydney, I'd like an explanation."

"Julian told you correctly Vaughn. This is simply none of your business any longer. Good bye Michael." She shut the door once more. This time there was no shouting or banging from the other side. Michael Vaughn was gone. "So, where were we?" asked Sydney as she walked slowly towards Sark.

"We were right about here," he answered as he reclaimed her lips. The kiss grew passionate once more and Sark steered Sydney towards the bed. "We've got a lot of time to make up for, love."

As Sydney woke up, she looked around her trying to place where she was. Then she remembered the night before and felt the strong pair of arms around her and smiled to herself.

"So it wasn't a dream." Sark opened his eyes and sat up slightly.

"Why would you think that, love," he asked looking down at her.

"It just seemed to good to be true. I thought you were gone for good. I thought you'd had your fun and were done with me."

"Of course not," he said, pulling her closer to him. "I'll never be done with you. Now what would you say to a hot shower?"

"I'd say absolutely."

"Jack, this is Michael Vaughn. I just left Madrid. Without Sydney" Vaughn said into his cell phone.

"Well then where the hell is she?" Jack answered.

"She's with Sark. She wouldn't come home. I tried. We've got to go get her and bring her home."

"Mr. Vaughn, my daughter is no longer your concern. If she wants to be with Julian Sark, that is her decision. I will of course make the appropriate inquiries to ensure she is safe from harm, but it is not your place to drag her home kicking and screaming. If you so much as think about interfering with Sydney's happiness, you will find yourself in a very unpleasant position." Jack Bristow then hung up.

"I think I hear my cell phone."

"Let it ring darling," Sark said as he placed a gentle kiss on Sydney's forehead.

"But what if its important? Let me just go see who it is."

"If you must." Sydney stepped out of the shower and pulled a towel around her. She walked into the bedroom and picked up her phone.

"Hi Daddy."

"Hello Sydney. Vaughn just called. He said you weren't coming home. Is this true? Are you staying with Sark?"

"Yes. I need to get away from Los Angeles for a while. I need to be away from the memories until I can figure out a way to deal with them. It hurts to look at the people there. There's no one I'll particularly miss there but you, and I'll keep you up on where we are so you can visit. " Sark came out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, and put his arms around Sydney from behind, placing a kiss on her hair.

"If this is what you want, then I'll make sure no one bothers you. Be careful Syd. Is Sark there?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Would you mind if I spoke to him for a minute?"

"Of course not."

"I love you sweetheart."

"I love you to Daddy." She turned to Sark. "He wants to talk to you Julian."

"Oh goody, this should be fun," he said as he took the phone from Sydney. "Mr. Bristow?"

"Mr. Sark I need to make one thing very clear to you. My daughter means more to me than anything else on the face of this earth. If you in any way harm her, physically, emotionally, or psychologically, your testicles will become my personal property. Understood?"

"Understood Mr. Bristow."

"All right then, welcome to the family. Take care of my daughter." Jack hung up the phone.

"So how'd it go sweetheart?" Sydney asked.

"Very well, love. Just a shot in the dark, but did you have many boyfriends in high school?"

"Oh, God he threatened to castrate you didn't he."

"Don't worry Syd. I'll never give him a reason to."